For many people, these two words evoke something powerful. There is a Turning, a Shift here, and it is both exhilarating and terrifying, just like any other shift.

For me, when I think of Winter Solstice and close my eyes, I see frost-covered ground and standing stones. Torch-light dancing across the scene as we all wait quietly for the sun to come again. I can almost guarantee I know which life this image comes from, and it was a very, very, VERY long time ago.

So why this continued reverence? Why does this day still touch me, deep inside what almost feels like my own frozen core – beckoning, asking my magick to stretch toward the dawn and see that the long dark cold spell is over, and we’re once more hurtling into the rebirth of the world around us?

Whatever the reason, this day has power. It’s a day to taste the sunshine, even if only for a moment, because it’s so short, and savor it. It’s a night to steep yourself in your own mysteries and to ask the powers that thrive there what’s next. To ask the goddess what she would have of you in the coming year, and to whisper to her what you want to create.

To me, this is a time to impregnate the goddess with your desires and wishes, so that they can grow each day with the sunlight. Lengthening. Strengthening. Your intentions can have a head start on even the crocuses, and why wouldn’t you give them that?

I also think that this is why my new Mars talisman arrived today. (Hence the seemingly random pic of myself!) Mars, the god of strength, lust, male fertility, and battle. A complicated energy that I’ve fallen into working with, almost accidentally, and on this day when I feel like the Universe is ready to take my plans and make them grow, this talisman comes to me.

This feels like the new year to me. This is when everything comes alive again with the rising of the sun and renews.

I don’t entirely understand this feeling, but I don’t have to. It’s what feels right down in my soul, and so I heed its calling.

I don’t know what I’m doing, but I do it anyway.

I don’t have a plan past imparting my dreams to the deities like so many seeds to the ground, and then waiting to see what rises from my efforts.

What I DO have is my Higher Self. Tempest is the one who leans into all of this with utter confidence and says “We say this. We do this. We know how to make this happen.”

My relationship with Tempest, and my journey in integrating her has taken leaps this year, even though an unexpected pregnancy and new baby has thrown me through a loop in more ways than one.

I am grateful to know how to touch my HS, and how to work her into my daily life. I’m grateful to be able to help others find this as well. Its powerful work, and the kind of thing that flourishes day by day, just like the sun after Solstice.

One of my biggest intentions that I’m giving to the Mars energy and letting him carry into the dark, fertile space of the goddess, is showing more women the way to their HS this year. I see so much need for it in the world as things seems to be imploding on a daily basis.

This is leaving room for everything to be redesigned, and what the world needs as we come back into the sunlight is women (and men) who know their HS, and who are brave enough to meet and leverage that part of themselves.

And as a gift, my contribution to your growth and the ignition of your dreams, I’m running a special on the Inner Bad Bitch Integration program to help you wrap your fingers around a piece of you that knows, that leads, that sets the world on fire.

For more info, click HERE and see what I’ve got for you to start 2018 on an amazing journey.

]]>http://lindseyrainwater.com/using-the-darkness-to-birth-your-higher-self/feed/01395Accidentally Finding Your Higher Selfhttp://lindseyrainwater.com/accidentally-finding-your-higher-self/
http://lindseyrainwater.com/accidentally-finding-your-higher-self/#respondFri, 15 Dec 2017 22:26:59 +0000http://lindseyrainwater.com/?p=1389So often when I’m talking to people about spiritual and paranormal experiences, they will tell me that they came to it on accident. They’re often expecting a weird look or some level of skepticism, but I get it!

I really do, because that’s what most of my life has been like. I didn’t PLAN to experience any of it, yet here it is.

Even my Higher Self work started with an unexpected experience.

I was doing a manifesting meditation during a group challenge – more for fun than anything, and as we were going through it, I was suddenly “pulled away.” We were supposed to be talking to our Intuition, but I found myself in a clearing in a forest.

It was REAL. I could smell the trees and damp earth, and hear the sounds of a forest.

As I stood there, another version of me stepped out from behind a tree. She had nailed the “etheric and vaguely threatening” look that I strive for. She was a better version of myself.

This isn’t to knock who I was then in “real life” or who I am now. She is just fitter, better dressed, and seriously gives zero fucks. Her hair was red with black tips, and she was wearing a headdress that made it look like a cascade of gems was caught in her hair. She also wore a black corseted dress that I was envious of (and it was completely out-of-place in those woods, which lended extra strangeness to this situation.)

She was holding a sword, and as she walked over to hand it to me said, “About time you exercised your dominion over the Universe.”

“We’ve been here all along” she said, weaving in and out of the trees in figure-8 motions, “fingers in the energies of the cosmos, but you keep running from it.” The forest around us was coming to life with animals. Some of them standard forest creatures such as a doe and buck, and a snowy owl, but then there were three ravens, and a black jaguar prowling in the shadows.

We went over a few of the questions still going in the meditation (they seemed to be coming from far away.) She told me “Be seen. Be heard. Get clear on what you’re offering. Make an offer.”

She turned to me and said “Your awesome switch is permanently on now. No trying to switch it back.” (This had to do with a conversation from the previous day.)

A light appeared between her hands, and she stretched it into a mirror. She showed me my reflection, and I could see the potential in myself to be this better version of myself. Suddenly, I WAS that better version. The mirror was in my own hands, and as I looked into it I realized that the sword she’d given me was now on my hip, and there was a small lilac-colored dragon curled around my neck, along with a large, darker one behind/beside me.

My reflection whispered “You know what to do. Go do it.”

Then I popped back into “reality.”

This is where the whole thing started, realizing that the Higher Self is not a nebulous idea. It is something real that can be contacted, talked to, and almost touched.

One of the first things I did after this experience was to go through my closet and donate a BUNCH of clothes that I’d been hanging onto. I had so much stuff that I “might fit back into someday” (hint: this will just create a vibration of low-level annoyance in your energy) and that were nice items, but that I didn’t love. I got rid of probably half of my clothes because they were not something this Higher Self version of me would wear.

Then I went and got my hair dyed red with black tips, bringing that version of me into the real world where everyone can see it.

I now check in/integrate that part of myself every time I shop. That way I know I’m only buying stuff I really LOVE, and that is going to bring myself ever closer to the life I want to live.

This is the Higher Self. This is LIVING as your HS. For me, she is Tempest – which is the name I was given by a psychic a long time ago “That’s your Spirit Self’s name.” (Which honestly, at the time, sounded NUTS, even to me. The Journey is fun.)

For you, she will take a different form, and a different name. But she will be confident, wonderful, and fabulous. Learning to integrate her will change your life in ways you can’t even anticipate yet.

If you haven’t picked up the HS meditation, head here and pick it up! Then head to my FB group and let me know what your experience was!

Talk to you soon!

]]>http://lindseyrainwater.com/accidentally-finding-your-higher-self/feed/01389When Hollywood and Upper-Limiting Collidehttp://lindseyrainwater.com/when-hollywood-and-upper-limiting-collide/
http://lindseyrainwater.com/when-hollywood-and-upper-limiting-collide/#respondThu, 07 Dec 2017 15:23:23 +0000http://lindseyrainwater.com/?p=1381This probably isn’t news to anyone, but the powers that be in this country are running into some serious issues. Most of those issues are coming from inside, and creating cascading domino effects that are eroding their base of power.

The example that kicked this post off was from Hollywood and the DC franchise. I (super unfortunately) have not yet had the opportunity to watch Wonder Woman. (Kids, business, life . . . just hasn’t happened yet.) But I’ve heard nothing but rave reviews from my friends.

Hollywood and DC had created something POWERFUL. Something MAGICKAL. Something that had the potential to turn the tide of misogyny and same-old-bullshit that has been slowly drowning the landscape of the silver screen ever since it came into being.

And now . . . Justice League. I’m not going to watch it. It looks like shit. Ben Affleck is still Batman (for fuck’s sake.) But most of all, the COSTUMES! The Amazon’s COSTUMES!

They butchered everything about these characters from what I can tell.

I found myself watching this video yelling “Why?! Why would you do this?! You fools!!!” (Yah. Actually said that, so I might be a Disney Villain in disguise.)

And it hit me. They’re Upper Limiting. They found something amazing in their hands, but they weren’t actually sure what to do with it, because they didn’t ACTUALLY think this thing would happen the way it did, and now it was threatening to change EVERYTHING. It could turn that drowning tide, but wow that would be scary, and so instead of running with it, they cut it to pieces and tried to just keep the “safe” bits.

“Whoa! We have something that could awaken the souls of women everywhere and save our franchise? But we have to quit being dickbags in order for that to happen? Hell to the no!”

Legit how I see that going down.

But this isn’t just Hollywood. It’s also our government. It’s everything that has been built, and twisted, and built, and perverted, and built, and mutated, and built, and beat into submission . . . since time immemorable.

There are no saviors in our government, on either “side” – because there are sides. Everybody is looking out for #1, and the system is crumbling from the inside, as we see happening.

The disgusting underbelly of our Saturnalian society is being exposed, because someone flipped the diseased, demonic turtle that is the world we live in. It looks fine from the top, and it’s got what it thinks is an impenetrable shell, but it didn’t anticipate getting a wedge under it and a good hard shove from the people who are tired of its shit.

Now we’re getting a good look at what we’re dealing with. We’re seeing the truth of some things, and hopefully seeing where there are still a lot of lies.

We can’t seem to agree on how to fix this issue, but the fact that we’re looking at it and all going “Gross. That has to go.” is important.

And in the meantime, Hollywood is beating itself bloody on its own glass ceiling, and the government is eating itself alive.

Where does that leave us? Continuing to find our own way. Leaning into finding our souls, our Higher Selves, and breaking the totalitarian system that we’re waking up to, finally. Because as we each improve ourselves and find our TRUE place in the Universe, that system loses it’s grip on us a little more, and we take that much more power away from it.

Take a little more of your power back today. Tell me how you’re going to do that.

]]>http://lindseyrainwater.com/when-hollywood-and-upper-limiting-collide/feed/01381Denying the Darkness Isn’t Helping Anythinghttp://lindseyrainwater.com/denying-the-darkness-isnt-helping-anything/
http://lindseyrainwater.com/denying-the-darkness-isnt-helping-anything/#respondMon, 27 Nov 2017 14:35:19 +0000http://lindseyrainwater.com/?p=1371If you’ve been in the spiritual world for any length of time, whether it’s been in the “New Age” stuff, Christianity, or just dancing around the edges of stuff that acknowledges something beyond us in our current form, you will likely have seen at least one person who spouts off that darkness isn’t a thing.

I’ve experienced quite a few of these individuals, and I’m completely baffled by them. They like to sound superior, and tell you that the only reason you see darkness is because you believe in it – you allow it.

I would LOVE it if darkness (and by this, I mean evil and shitty energy) was simply something we could wish away. That we could just shine a light on it like a child in a dark bedroom and see that the “monster” in the dark is no more than a pile of clothes and toys.

But that’s not the way this world works.

There IS darkness, because there is light. They balance each other. Maybe someday we’ll move out of this state. Maybe someday we will evolve past this shit and everything will be hunky dory. Maybe there are other planets out there who have already figured out how to not have darkness, and they’ll come help us out. Maybe we’ll get back to Eden.

I don’t know. But there IS darkness and shit in this world, and inside of us, and denying it isn’t helping anything.

Why? Because darkness begets darkness, and when you pretend it isn’t there, that meansyou don’t face it. When you face the darkness in yourself, and you acknowledge it without guilt or shame, it loses it’s power. And when many of us do this, giving our darkness a big hug and turning a spotlight on it for a while so we can see the true shape of it, we lessen the power of the darkness a tiny bit in the world.

So next time you feel that guilt or shame creep in, ask why. Ask why you judge yourself, and see if it’s something you don’t need to do anymore. Speak it into a corner, write it down and burn it, scratch it into the sand and then watch it wash away. Give your darkness a moment and then let it go with love.

When the darkness is on the outside of us, we have to point at it. We have to point at abuse, and hatred, and nasty things that live in the dark parts of society’s soul, and we have to say “That’s some fucked up shit right there.” We turn a spotlight on it to see the shape of it, and we need to try and give it some healing love and say “Sorry you felt you were needed. But you’re not, so it’s time for you to go away.”

It isn’t nice. It isn’t pretty. It often can’t be done gently like that because certain people (and sometimes ourselves) are protecting that darkness because it’s what we know.

And aside from those things, there are dark entities and cursed places in this world that most people are happy not knowing anything about. It’s much easier to just not acknowledge intelligent things that prey on people’s spirits and seem to simply be focused on fuckery.

But darkness needs to be faced. It needs to be lit up like a Christmas tree or the 4th of July and looked at. And we need to stop feeding the damn thing our shame and guilt.

Denying it only lets it thrive. And if you can deny it, that means you’ve never faced it.

Good for you. But remember that a knight in shining armor has never been tested. This work comes with dent, scrapes, and burns. It’s easy to say dragons don’t exist and don’t need slaying if you’ve never encountered one.

I’d love to hear your thoughts on all this, so feel free to head over to the FB group and tell me how you’re dealing with the darkness in your life (any method but pretending it doesn’t exist is fair game so long as nobody gets hurt!)

]]>http://lindseyrainwater.com/denying-the-darkness-isnt-helping-anything/feed/01371Why Do You Hate Me?http://lindseyrainwater.com/why-do-you-hate-me/
http://lindseyrainwater.com/why-do-you-hate-me/#commentsWed, 26 Jul 2017 02:24:46 +0000http://lindseyrainwater.com/?p=1355Last night we went to bed really late, and I quickly found myself drifting in that not-quite-awake-but-not-asleep state. This is a very receptive state for a lot of people when it comes to spiritual contact or big thoughts, and it’s when I get some very real contact with my Crew.

I thought I was heading for sleep when I heard “Why do you hate me?”

I turned, finding myself in a room that wasn’t my bedroom, looking over at Tempest – the representation of my Higher Self.

As usual, she looked like me, except immaculate. Awesome all-black outfit that isn’t even currently in my wardrobe (except the pants – I own those but I can’t wear them right now thanks to baby belly,) perfect hair, perfect makeup . . . etc.

She was looking at me with an intense expression, perched on the back of a chair, fiddling with her necklace.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Exactly what I asked. Why do you hate me?” she repeated.

I tried to protest and say I didn’t, because that would be crazy, but she just stared until my words petered out uncomfortably.

“Most of the time when a woman hates another woman, it’s for one of two reasons. The first is that the other woman has wronged the first – which isn’t why you hate me.

“The second . . . is when the first woman feels like the other is holding or representing an unattainable ideal. She has something the first woman wants, but doesn’t understand how she can create. She doesn’t see how it fits into her life.”

I found myself looking Tempest over, with her cool clothes and perfect everything (not pregnant and awkward, I might add) and didn’t say anything.

She continued, “This thinking is bullshit in any situation, which you are perfectly aware of. There is nothing in this world to be jealous of. But right now? This makes even less sense. You hate me because you think I have something you don’t.

“But I’m you! Everything I have is everything you are! I am a representation of the best version of current-you. In fact, I can only evolve just so far past where you are. Nothing you see here is more than a couple steps from where you are now. So hating me makes no sense, because I’m you.

“And if you’re just hating yourself on some kind of principle, knock that shit off. You know that doesn’t serve anyone. Not you, not your family, not the people you’re here to help.

“Fuck fear. Fuck paralysis. Fuck all the limiting stories. And fuck this self-hatred. It’s time to get to work, and you don’t have time for any of that.

Then that state was gone, and I found myself staring into the darkness of my bedroom for a while, processing that.

I feel like we do have a tendency to hate ourselves. It’s programmed in, to a large degree. We’re told we’re not enough, and we’re trained to despise those who “have more” than us, and apparently this extends to better versions of ourselves as well.

One reason why the powers that be don’t want us getting in touch with our Higher Selves collectively is that we’ll realize that this game of comparisons and loathing is just that . . . a game that we are set up to lose. But if we stop playing, we win.

Stop hating your Higher Self – the better version of you – and make the decision to not only get in touch with her, but love her (and yourself as well!)

]]>http://lindseyrainwater.com/why-do-you-hate-me/feed/11355How to Meditate When You Don’t Think You Canhttp://lindseyrainwater.com/how-to-meditate-when-you-dont-think-you-can/
http://lindseyrainwater.com/how-to-meditate-when-you-dont-think-you-can/#respondFri, 21 Jul 2017 16:29:09 +0000http://lindseyrainwater.com/?p=1350“Meditation” is probably one of the cringiest words that I deal with regularly. Meditation is everywhere, with people everywhere tossing it out as the solution to every problem.

Meditation is great! It gets you in the right zone! It helps you achieve your goals!

But what if you really suck at meditating? What if you hate it because you feel like you can’t do it properly, and so every time the word “meditation” comes up, you either make a face or your brain just checks out of the conversation?

You’re not alone!!! Most people who are looking for ways to improve themselves and find deeper connections to their world have at least attempted meditation, and because SO many people sing its praises, it’s easy to feel like you’re broken because you just can’t get into it. But actually there are LOTS of people who don’t “feel it” when trying to meditate. So you’re in good company.

The first thing I’ll say here is that meditation is not for everyone. If you seriously hate it, or if you fall into the small category of people who have medical issues that meditation can affect, just don’t. Forcing yourself to meditate is going to have negative results, and so it’s best to just leave it alone if it’s that bad for you.

Your spiritual journey is not at a dead end simply because meditation isn’t part of your daily routine. I promise.

But the next thing I’ll point out is that meditation does not always fall into a nice, neat little box.

From my experience, when most people talk about meditating, they’re referring to a Buddhist style of meditating, when you sit somewhere peaceful and basically try to unplug your brain. They are striving for nothingness of thought, in a super over-simplified way, and this is very difficult to do. (Why do you think monks practice this their whole lives?)

For me, meditating doesn’t work that way. I even took a meditation class a while back, and discovered that I simply cannot quiet my mind. For me, meditating is a way to shut down the channels of noise one by one until I can clearly hear my Crew. There is never silence in my mind, which would be very frustrating if I thought that was the only acceptable outcome. Instead, I Tune In to the voices and messages that are coming in.

Something else I’ve noticed is that different types of music can be extremely helpful in “meditating.” Yes, I love my ambient music, but much of the time I’m listening to something Celtic. Other times, my best insights come when listening to EDM – which happens to be my husband’s “thinking/focusing” music of choice.

My man doesn’t meditate well in the traditional sense, and his two best times for getting insights are either when he’s working in the garage and listening to EDM, or when he’s flying a plane. It used to be when he was riding horses. I have a good friend who gets her best stuff coming in when she’s riding her motorcycle.

This comes from a place of hyper-focus. You’re so focused on this one thing that needs your attention (and preferably that you’re passionate about) that there isn’t room for all the other shit your brain tries to do. So you can actually find yourself in a very similar state of slow, relaxed brainwaves and receptivity, and sometimes some really profound thoughts and messages come to you.

You can get similar results while exercising, knitting, coloring, or doing many other things, as long as you’re in a safe enough environment that you can relax into the flow of what you’re doing.

The last suggestion I’ll make is to try and turn your meditation time into a submersive experience that includes as many things as possible that you can use to trigger your senses later. With this tactic, you meditate, often using a guided meditation or a specific mantra, and you use clothing, scents, music, and anything else you desire to anchor the feeling of this meditation in your body.

So, for example, if you downloaded my free Higher Self meditation, you could wear the kind of clothes that you feel your Higher/Best Self would wear while you listened to it. You could also use a certain perfume, oil, or candle scent when you meditated to it. Once you had the meditation down to where you could walk through it in your mind, you could listen to music that makes you feel powerful and in touch with your Higher Self.

THEN, by anchoring all these stimulus to the experience of your Higher Self, all you need to do is wear the clothes, hear the music, smell the oils, and it takes you effortlessly back into the state of being in conference with your Higher Self. And this method can work with anchoring any number of thoughts, affirmations, or sensations in your body.

Again, meditation isn’t for everyone, and that’s ok. But when you know that you can change things up a bit in order to make it work with how your brain and body best respond, it can make it a lot easier to find ways to work meditation into your life.

I’d love to hear how you meditate, even if it doesn’t look like “traditional” meditation, so please drop me a comment and let me know how meditation works for you, or if anything here has inspired you.

]]>http://lindseyrainwater.com/how-to-meditate-when-you-dont-think-you-can/feed/01350Your Inner Bad Bitch Is Unattractive to Bullieshttp://lindseyrainwater.com/your-inner-bad-bitch-is-unattractive-to-bullies/
http://lindseyrainwater.com/your-inner-bad-bitch-is-unattractive-to-bullies/#commentsTue, 13 Jun 2017 04:38:23 +0000http://lindseyrainwater.com/?p=1346I dealt with bullies more than a few times in my life. I’m sure we all have. But generally I was quickly known as someone to leave alone.

Why? Because I had zero problems slinging insults back at bullies if ignoring them didn’t work. And if they laid a hand on me or one of my friends? I had zero qualms about physically getting involved. And I knew how to fight. I laid out kids twice my size a couple times.

My dad was a cop, and while he didn’t WANT me fighting, he always told me two things, and these became mantras. One was “Keep getting up. No matter how many times they knock you down, keep getting up. Eventually your tenacity will scare them off.” and the other was “Bullies are the most skittish, fragile people you will meet. Put them down once, and they won’t come around again.”

This turned out to be quite true, as the neighborhood bullies got put down once, and decided I was to be avoided.

Really, bullies don’t change as they age. They usually just become mentally abusive instead of physically. And a strong will is often enough to keep them at bay.

Negative energy is a bully, and people who carry it around/thrive on it/inflict it on everyone they can, are bullies. The thing about bullies is that they will go after what they perceive to be an easy target.

If you don’t look like an easy target, because you’re awesome and you know it – and you give zero fucks what other people think – you are going to be pretty unappealing to bullies. It will take too much of their energy to bring you down, and there is a chance it will get turned around on them (their greatest fear.)

While there is no fool-proof way to keep negative people away from you, and their commentary out of your sphere, there is something about your Inner Bad Bitch that is a bit of a turn off for them.

And of course there will be the occasional bully who is going to step up their game and see you as a challenge to be met, and you’ll have to deal with that as it comes.

But for the most part, being in touch with your Higher Self, and having your Inner Bad Bitch looking out at the world while the world looks at her is enough to keep the negativity bullies off your ass. Simply because you’re too much awesome for them to overcome.

How many less bullies would the world have if we could all get into the zone with our IBB? I wonder if we could eliminate them altogether.

]]>http://lindseyrainwater.com/your-inner-bad-bitch-is-unattractive-to-bullies/feed/11346The Weird Edge That Others Wanthttp://lindseyrainwater.com/the-weird-edge-that-others-want/
http://lindseyrainwater.com/the-weird-edge-that-others-want/#respondThu, 11 May 2017 04:59:43 +0000http://lindseyrainwater.com/?p=1340Do you feel like people either freaking love you, or they fucking hate you? Like there’s no middle ground? When you make friends, it doesn’t necessarily make sense WHY you hit it off with that person, but you do, and it’s an instant connection. Or (perhaps more often) people just hate you for no apparent reason.

If you recognize this, you’ve likely experienced practically bending over backwards in order to prove to these people that you really are a likeable person, only to get shit on repeatedly.

So why does this happen? And even more interestingly, why the hell do other girls and women seem to look up to you? They want something you have. They desire to emulate you even though some of them seem to despise you.

I was an awkward, overly emotional kid. Kind of a basketcase (to the point where my wonderful, loving parents openly admitted that I was one.) I had few friends, and they were also terribly odd and awkward.

But once I hit teen years, and I started that exploration for who the fuck I was and why things happened to me the way they did, suddenly there was something there that seemed to draw people to me. I still didn’t have a lot of friends, but the ones I had were weird and fiercely loyal. I could apparently draw in that bitch that hated me from first glace from across the room. I connected with people a lot older than me.

I was also cynical as fuck and had a tongue that tore a lot of people new orifices.

Yet people always commented that there was just something about me. There was a light, a power inside me that drew others in, whether they liked me or not. I always felt like it was a kind of reverse charisma – people were drawn to me even when I didn’t want them to be.

So what the fuck?

As I got older, I noticed I could shut this off if I tried, but I was miserable if I managed it. It was like smothering a part of myself – slowly killing it in a painful manner. But when I stepped into it fully . . . everything changed. I could feel my body shift ever so subtly, my stride change, my spine lengthen, and it was as though I was looking at the world through a different set of eyes.

I attracted a lot of attention even when I absolutely wasn’t trying to, and people reacted to me differently. Again, there were those who would be rude seemingly for the hell of it, or because they couldn’t help themselves. (To this day there are cashiers in my small town I avoid because they are rude to me in a special way that the people on either side of me never get.)

At the same time, turning a smile or compliment on someone when I’m in that Mode can light a person up. I’ve had people thank me simply for my smile when I’m in that zone.

I’m powerful in that state – beyond what I even realize – and until fairly recently I didn’t know what that state was or how to make it happen on command.

This is the Higher Self. This is the Inner Bad Bitch. This is the part of us that is fully present, wholly powerful, and perfectly confident.

She holds an amazing effect that people are drawn to. This is the dangerous slicing edge that those around you can’t seem to not touch. This is what they respond to, and they WANT.

For those who want to embody that effortless power, you are a beacon of hope. You make friends with these people, and they’re seeking their own Higher Self in the process. Together you make a great team. For those who hate that you’ve unearthed something they think they don’t possess, you are a target. These people sometimes turn into your haters.

Don’t try to convince these people otherwise – either they’ll come around in time, or it’s a waste of effort for you.

But the important thing to realize and take away here is that YOU are at your finest in that State. When you integrate your Higher Self, and you let your Inner Bad Bitch step forward and become you, you become unstoppable. Your excuses vanish. Your worries become manageable. Your problems become things you can break down and take on one piece at a time.

Because your Inner Bad Bitch knows that there is nothing she can’t handle, one way or another.

Also, you can call on her at any time. You can learn to take a few deep breaths, open the door in your soul for her to step out of, and take on her traits. This can become second nature if you’re willing to nurture that energy.

You owe it to yourself to see what your Higher Self can do in your life. Because living without her is living an incomplete existence.

]]>http://lindseyrainwater.com/the-weird-edge-that-others-want/feed/01340Why You Don’t Want to Get In Touch with Your Higher Selfhttp://lindseyrainwater.com/why-you-dont-want-to-get-in-touch-with-your-higher-self/
http://lindseyrainwater.com/why-you-dont-want-to-get-in-touch-with-your-higher-self/#respondTue, 25 Apr 2017 20:44:18 +0000http://lindseyrainwater.com/?p=1316Right now I’m going to give you the big reason why you don’t want to go down this rabbit hole. I’m going to honestly tell you why you SHOULD NOT get in touch with that part of yourself.

The thing is, when you don’t know your Inner Bad Bitch – your Higher Self – you can kind of just do whatever it takes to get by. When you walk into a room of people, you can adjust to who they are. When you go clothes shopping, you can make decisions based on who you think you are and who you think you should be.

You can turn it up or tone it down. You can lean a little more left or right. You can smile, nod, and make shit up as you go. This is easier, and it is how we have been taught to survive in this world.

Once you know who you really are because your Inner Bad Bitch has shown you clearly, there is no going back. It’s impossible to really play small anymore, because you’ve been introduced to who you could be. You’ve been given a glimpse into your fabulous future, and shit in the here-and-now is going to feel pale in comparison.

You also have to cast off notions you have about yourself that are fiction. And a lot of us wear those notions like an old coat. It isn’t pretty, and it smells a little off, but it’s comfy and comforting and what we know.

My notion for years was that I didn’t know who I was. I didn’t fit in anywhere because I couldn’t define myself. It was angsty and dark, and it was comfortable.

Once I met up with Tempest . . . that went out the window. Just now in my kitchen I was thinking about that, and it tried to envelop me again “I don’t know who I am! I’m this fluid entity that doesn’t fit anywhere!” but it didn’t work. It doesn’t fit any longer.

Because I DO know who I am. I’m a work in progress, sure. We all are until we leave this plane of existence. But I know who I am in this moment and what I’m supposed to be doing, and I am no longer capable of escaping back into that pitiful place because I know better. I’m too big for it now.

I am a supreme creatress who creates her own space to fill. I don’t need to fit in anywhere else, so why be bothered by it? And you know what? Once I owned that, I actually found myself fitting in MORE places.

Not being yourself fully keeps you from truly finding your people. It keeps you isolated. You Inner Bad Bitch knows how to find the people who are going to love and support you, and who you can be yourself with.

But she is not going to allow you to hang onto that old coat. As soon as she’s in the picture it’s going in the garbage. A lot of people are not ready for that.

At the same time, how do you allow yourself to keep wearing it when you know there is something so much better out there? How do you keep playing the chameleon game when you know you’re actually a fucking jaguar?

There is always something. Something we should change, fix, shift, transform. So that then the world can shout us down for being a poser, conformist, weakling, sheep.

Then they do it all over again.

My feet kicked this thought process off today. Yah. My mom gave me a set of shoes to try on because she didn’t like the way they fit her, but returning them isn’t worth it after shipping and all. So I put them on and was legit surprised they fit, because they’re a 9.5M. Lately the only shoes that fit are a 10W.

And the thought that has followed me my whole life followed . . . “I have huge feet.” Generally this isn’t something I’ve ever been embarrassed by. In fact most of the time I’ve been kind of proud of my big feet, except that it was often hard to find the cute girls’ styles in them. (Thank you, all women’s shoe makers and shops that carry up to size 11!) Even when other girls tried to tease me about my feet, that was one thing they just couldn’t hurt me over. There is only one time I can remember being enraged over someone making me feel like my freaking foot size was out of line, but that’s a can of worms I won’t open right now.

But the point is that people have TOLD me I have huge feet. People have been WOWed by my feet. People have asked if it’s hard to find shoes. People have told me I have pretty feet and should go into foot modeling – or the fetish world. So this is an idea that has followed me my whole life.

And today I looked at these snazzy new shoes and thought “I have huge feet.” but for the first time it was followed by “Says whom?”

. . .

Cue moment of confusion. Sure, other people have mentioned my foot size, especially since I’m average size otherwise. But . . . really, who set the standard for foot size? In fact, why is 5′ 6″ considered “average” for a woman when some days I feel like it’s short (married to a 6′ 6″ guy, keep in mind) and other days when I’m around some of my friends, I’m startled to be the tallest woman there.

I know there’s a whole discussion on societal standards and how they’re bullshit, etc. But aside from that, humans seem to have a NEED to standarize and average people. We have to have this set of rules for people to be weighed and measured against, and when someone falls outside that, there are consequences.

And this stretches into everything else as well. Apparently we can be “too loud” and “too quiet.” Instead of being left to our devices, people have to fix this. They have to try and adjust our volume. I once had a couple dingbats try to slip sleeping pills into my soda at a sleepover because I was “too much.” (And shall I note here that the “too quiet” girl saw it happen and threw out my soda and then came and told me?)

Too much. What does that even mean? What is a 12 or 13 year old supposed to think when their peers say they are “too much?” Especially when they don’t like these peers and already think they should go to hell?

You know what? You’re fucking right. I’m too goddamn much. I have a lot of muchness. And this pathetic world can’t even begin to handle it.

And it’s awesome.

When the world tells you you’re too something, run toward it. Unless it’s someone very close to you who is honestly concerned about your state, chances are you’re just becoming too much for the world to handle, and so you’re going to be told to shut that shit down before you make someone uncomfortable.

Instead, run to it. Embrace it. Hold it up and see how it fits. Roll around in it until ecstasy infuses every cell of you.

This is where your Higher Self lives, and she will help you on your path to muchness. It’s what she fucking excels at.

If you want more info on your Higher Self, including how to have a face-to-face meeting with her, grab the meditation by clicking HERE.